Hong Zhigang returned to the hospital. At the entrance of the ICU, in the family waiting area, a familiar face was waiting. Hong Zhigang's lips trembled as Han Jiangong slowly stood up and smiled, "Brother—"
For the first time in fifteen years, the two spoke to each other as if a fifteen-year rift never existed.
"Jiangong, my junior brother," Hong Zhigang was somewhat disoriented.
The ICU door opened, with Professor Zhang standing at the entrance: "Zhigang is here too. Both of you come in, his condition is barely stable, he wants to see you both."
The news of the surgery scheduled for tomorrow had spread throughout the entire hospital. Everyone knew how dangerous the surgery was and knew that Professor Feng was offering himself as an experimental subject to the operation table.
Many doctors spontaneously contacted each other on WeChat, gathering at the family waiting area outside the ICU. As they were not allowed inside the ICU, they could only wait at the entrance.
